On a small pacific island, a man walks down a desolate plain, an average man in all regards, until you start to look closer. Most people when asked about his race would mumble for a while before settling on african. or asian, or european, maybe aboriginal; a mini tour of the world that usually ends on an unsure answer of "ancient"

In small town america a woman takes her child shopping, the weather is unseasonably good, and the pair make for a charming sight, the young one engaging in wild flights of fancy about their possible destination as the young mother plays along.

The man keeps walking and eventually a town appears on the horizon. But it is not just any town, the buildings are mere fascimiles, plywood frames held together by rusty nails. The man reaches the centre and stops, an average man in all regards, until you look closer. Most people when asked about the colour of his eyes would stumble through the spectrum before half-heartedly settling on "old".

The mother and child continue with their chores, both wrapped up in their worlds, wheter it be of haggling or childhood wonder. Slowly the child starts to drift away, enraptured by a passing leaf blowing on the wind.

The man waits, and then he sees it, high up a white line blazes its trail across the clear sky. He smiles.

The mother notices her child is nowhere to be seen, frantically she starts searching. The child steps onto tarmac.

The man closes his eyes and whispers, "finally".

The child opens its eyes and sees the great wheeled behemoth bearing down.

A black dot in the sky grows larger.

A desperate horn blares louder.

A brilliant burst of light.

An otherworldly shriek of brakes.

A cleansing wave of heat.

A heart rending cry of pain

The room is almost silent, punctuated only by the regular beeps of a little machine connected to an even smaller figure, the mother sits with eyes focused on some far off point. She jolts as a man walks in, even as she looks him in the eye, she already finds herself struggling to remember his features.

"Miss Osiris, we have a way to save your childs life, we recently came upon an... unorthodox... transplant source, and since the vehicle that hit your child was goverment owned we feel it is only fair we do our best to rectify this... mistake,"

Wordlessly, the mother nods.

Years later a man returns home after a long day at work, slumping down into a chair the long trawl through reddit begins.

"Repost, repost, repost, re.... oh, cool,"

An image catches his eye, a mushroom cloud rising high above an otherwise idyliic island; he marvels at the powers man has tamed before despairing at why those forces had been unleashed. Minutes pass as he pours over the image, enthralled by every detail before he finally bends down to deal with the niggling itch in his left foot.

On a pacific island curiously devoid of life, a crater dominates the otherwise barren plains. Beneath the ground an almost complete skeleton lies, fairly unremarkable, until you look closer. Agonisingly slowly, on a microscopic level cells are slowly dividing and growing, gradually creeping up to a near complete head.

"Ah well, maybe in a few centuries time," the head rasps "now where is my other goddamn foot?"

"Popcorn, what the fuck is this guy talking about? Downvote for you sir,"

The man continues to absent-mindedly scratch his foot, an average foot in all regards... until you start to look closer.

EDIT(S): spelling and stuff. You know, just the usual.